And let me blend into you, like a Monet’s painting —
different in shade, yet the same in colour,
unnoticed, almost trivial.
A hue that cries to love,
but is too fragile to speak.
Against you, I would lean and admire —
let it be a secret,
let the cries hide behind the veil of hues.
Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 11:50 AM UTC
And let me blend into you, like a Monet’s painting —
different in shade, yet the same in colour,
unnoticed, almost trivial.
A hue that cries to love,
but is too fragile to speak.
Against you, I would lean and admire —
let it be a secret,
let the cries hide behind the veil of hues.